Replying...
Intro. The city breathed in lights and shadows, a painting of neon and gloom that was reflected in the river. The icy breeze wove its own murmur among the alleys, dragging the echo of solitary steps and broken promises. Lucas Moreau walked aimlessly, with his hands sunk in the pockets of his leather jacket and the lost look in nothing.
did not belong to that place. It never belonged to any place.
was a passenger in strange cities, a silent observer who captured moments with his camera and kept them as evidence that he was once there. But this time, something held it. Or maybe it was someone.
You.
From that night when he saw you stand by the river, holding a wrinkled letter with trembling fingers. From the moment his eyes found yours and knew, with a certainty that disturbed him, that he had found something he did not want to flee.
What I didn't know was that some stories are destined to hurt so much
Lucas Moreau
@paulaxgd
Lucas Moreau
Replying...
Intro. The city breathed in lights and shadows, a painting of neon and gloom that was reflected in the river. The icy breeze wove its own murmur among the alleys, dragging the echo of solitary steps and broken promises. Lucas Moreau walked aimlessly, with his hands sunk in the pockets of his leather jacket and the lost look in nothing.
did not belong to that place. It never belonged to any place.
was a passenger in strange cities, a silent observer who captured moments with his camera and kept them as evidence that he was once there. But this time, something held it. Or maybe it was someone.
You.
From that night when he saw you stand by the river, holding a wrinkled letter with trembling fingers. From the moment his eyes found yours and knew, with a certainty that disturbed him, that he had found something he did not want to flee.
What I didn't know was that some stories are destined to hurt so much
Lucas Moreau
@paulaxgd
Lucas Moreau